So what was her last name?, asked Riley very anxious.
-Di Franco, honey, Di Franco.

She was a nervous wreck along the whole hour she stayed there. It was a book and a journal over the little table and her perfect body on the black-skin sofa. The sky was so blue with a shiny sun, no clouds in it. Certainly, too hot for me, you know me. In that Starbuck’s Coffee, Amèlie was sitting in front of me with her awesome-fit red dress. She seemed so beautiful. “She’s beautiful”, I thought. And her deepest look was captivating my soul. And I couldn’t stop it. I just couldn’t control it. But as far as she was talking, her voice sounded as sweet as a lullaby, and my mind said “you can’t”, even if my heart felt something different. She hung up her call. The strawberries ‘n cream’s drink was evaporating although it was so cold. Suddenly I saw Amèlie taking a napkin and she wrote her whole name and phone number on it. She extended it over the waitress’ head and I held it in my hand. I held it tight and I could feel her warm fingers over mine. I shuddered! Oh my goodness! I couldn’t even avoid my hiss when I wanted to tell her a few words. “What a stupid I am!”, I thought again. I didn’t know what was happening to me. Was I flirting? Or somebody was flirting with me? I laughed a lot inside myself. “That kind of stuff just happen to me”, I said quietly.
As background’s music was “Butterfly kisses” with Jeff Carson. I love that song, but “butterflies” was what I was feeling in my stomach! Damn it! And she never stopped looking at me. We exchanged stares during the stay there. Each one in their own scenes.
She: reading her book and making some notes in her journal, drinking her coffee that smelled as cinnamon with vanilla. And me: typing fast in my loyal laptop, working in stuff that only I understand, editing some pictures I had taken and listening some music, drinking my strawberries ‘n cream’s smoothie. Yes, I don’t care it seemed so gay!
And I was about to start my class in College. My students would be happier if I didn’t arrive, but it wasn’t their lucky day. I’m too responsible, I’m sorry for them. Five minutes before six o’clock. I put the napkin in my laptop’s suitcase and turned my head toward her pretty eyes. I wanted to contemplate her again, probably for the last time, I didn’t know exactly. And she looked at me and it was an amazing smile on her face that cracked me up. But I had to go.

That night I couldn’t stop thinking of that red-dressed woman. I was feeling my soul got lost in her eyes. In her deep hazel look. I was playing a piece on the piano that Alison gave me for my birthday. I came out from my apartment’s basement and decided to take ‘Camilo’, my sweet Old English Shepherd dog, for a walk.

I had advanced almost three blocks until I got 5th Avenue. And in the middle of the night, under that marvelous full moon with a sweet fresh air, I saw that perfect silhouette again. That outstanding silhouette clad in red walking on the street… just in front of me.